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Curley's fist was swinging when Lennie reached for it. The
next minute Curley was flopping like a fish on a line, and
his closed fist was lost in Lennie's big hand. George ran
down the room. `Leggo of him, Lennie. Let go.'

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difference, no difference.' His excitement had increased
until he pounded his knee with his hand. `George can tell
you screwy things, and it don't matter. It's just the
talking. It's just bein' with another guy. That's all.' He
paused.